Helooked both earnest and--I could have sworn it--a little scared. The sunflowers had been down there, growing out of the stoop--I had a photoin my suitcase that proved it--but there was no radio-station sticker onthe house sign. A tall man--not as tall as you, Mike, buttall--wearing a gray suit and black shoes as shiny as mirrors. Where's Helen? I asked.
God, no! Anything else? Sometimes the fridgeafator people leave messages like HI and BYE andGOOD GIRL. It warmed her faceback up again, and I was happy to see it. The boys got so off her they wouldn't speak to her and Dad said she was get-ting to be a regular tomboy, but she couldn't seem to stop acting like she did. I got shakily to my feet, turned around, andlooked at The Street.
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